Luyện nghe bài hát R. I. T. Z.

Artist: baltimore f/ cam'ron

baltimore
cam

Charli I think they know that I'm menstrul
Let me tell 'em when I'm

Verse cam'ron

I'm into don thing, karen
Don cornelius, don
Lunchin' down in palm
Long the ring, cars
Dirty money, the wax to juan
Actin' harsh, 'em my back garage
Thug niggas using guitar
Givin' massuage, enterouage, we on hollis
Make you leave new quicker, then john wallace
Be in your wallet
Ya'll whips, it's time on trial
Aye yo, y'all want chips, then count ya
I best friend to fight yo, like '98 live
Connin' in they eyes, like cats behind with they
then it's true, that I lost a daughter
Niggas get a little money, wanna cross the
Fuckin' sell, I get the hell, I can't the border
feminine, everynight don't park the six
Right in of tenimens
Ruthless chicks, yeah, chicks
With the shotguns to shot, through 2 and 6
Rufus kicks, uqick, what I'm tellin' my man
just want me on the crucifix, I held in my hand
Fell for the plan, cam
Yo be bland!
R-i-p yo, a hell of a man
And that's my analysis, till I'm up with blood like diolisists
That's my son

(cam'ron)

Some niggas
And get dissed
Some go kill
And jump off
Some
But life's a fucking

Some sniff
And go disp
Some want dough
And come on
Some
But a fucking bitch

two: charli baltimore

What, yo
I'm into ice shit, pussy
Got the ice clit, ice
Fuck around and chicks
Spotted deserve on ice
Tight click, we through
Dumb crew, these unable to come to
Comotose, boast about holdin' totes
We hold's parties, and sign our labels
Hardly ya girl next door, beofre I was
I was c-4, now I'm packed, and now I'm
In the swiss alps, with swiss cheese and accounts
swiss miss, hoes frontin', got me kissed it
Dying kids wanna see b'more, on wish list
But I put 'em there, be what you ask for
Ski up on barren face
No trace, of dna, doa
We know to make you talk
Make you limp, you walk
Outline cats in chalk
Got fagotts "who's she? "
Benz wit' it, class be e, p
Blastin' ya do dat there'
through, niggas stare, they like "who dat there? "
Is dat wear
Takin' over,
While y'all be stressed
Hate to see me and pd, and be who the ebst
No shit, pull out the
Pull out the whips, put out the
we put on the ritz
And it's crackers before a cracker
So me how you like us with guns and rappers

(cam'ron)

Some niggas
And get dissed
Some go kill
And jump off
snitch
But life's a bitch

Some niggas
And some go
Some cats want
And on clicks
rich
But a fucking bitch

niggas kiss
And get dissed
cats go kill
And jump off
snitch
But life's a fucking

Some sniff
And some go
Some cats dough
And come on
Some
But life's a fucking